Prudence And Love Are Inconsistent; In Proportion

Before We Set Our Hearts Too Much Upon Anything, Let Us Examine How Happy They Are, Who Already Possess It.

We Like To Read Others But We Do Not Like To Be Read.

Those Who Occupy Their Minds With Small Matters, Generally Become Incapable Of Greatness.

How Deceitful Hope May Be, Yet She Carries Us On Pleasantly To The End Of Life.

In The Intercourse Of Life, We Please More By Our Faults Than By Our Good Qualities.